A/N:
I like scene injection. Sometimes, I think it makes a sorry more
real. Hope you enjoy.

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He
couldn't sleep.

Despite
the lull of his Ipod, his mind reeled and the classic rock had no
effect on his senses. Normally he'd have fallen asleep well over
an hour ago. Normally he'd be so bored, and, having read
through the case twice already, he'd have nothing else to do, but
sleep.

But
today he had no case. Today he'd jumped on a plane on Temperance
Brennan's whim, dropping everything he had planned, including his
first hot date in months. And instead of relaxing into his music, he
was analyzing why he was even on the damn plane!

Turning
towards the window, he pressed his head against the reinforced
plastic, closing his eyes and recalling the guilty pleasure he
experienced when Brennan said things like 'get Federal on his ass'.
He'd smiled. He had been glad she wasn't there because he would
have had to pretend to be cool and confident inside of giddy inside.

Damn
her.

He'd
cancelled a date! Why? To plunder blindly in the desert? And when
had he stated to care about Angela and the other squints? When he
started working with them, he would have laughed at them had they
suggested he give up a date, with a blonde, for this.

Brennan
infuriated him. She talked about nothing but science and rational
things that made him wonder who had sucked all the joy out of her
life. She poured over bones for fourteen hours a day and never
complained of headache. She wasn't even human.

When
she finally did glance up, it was only to tell him his methods were
unsound, to pick into his private life and worse, his past. What in
God's name had convinced him it was a good idea to join her?

He
browsed through the songs he'd accumulated, lingering over Hot
Blooded for moment too long. There'd always been something
great about the song. But since hearing it with Bones, he'd felt
something else when the distinctive intro pierced his brain. He felt
his own blood course through his veins and his heart began to beat a
little faster.

Temperance
Brennan.

Maybe
it was her cool persona that attracted him. Maybe it was because she
maintained this annoying façade of perfect professionalism
that he desperately wanted to worm his way underneath. Only God
knew, he'd dreamt about what she was like outside of her job, often
enough. He had imagined she was quite passionate. Not sexually.

Well,
yes. Sexually, too.

But
in everything, Brennan was passionate. About her job. About her
books.

He
believed she was passionate when she stepped out of her lab coat,
too. Maybe she'd find things funny that ordinarily she wouldn't.
Maybe she'd laugh at his jokes and accept him for being silly,
sometimes. Maybe she'd talk about things other than anthropology
and science. He truly believed she would.

"Excuse
me, sir?" He turned, the stewardess smiled, her lips red and her
hair blonde. She fluttered her lashes a little, tilted her hips.
The pose was that of a woman who was flirting. He blinked. "Would
you like refreshments, sir?" Booth glanced at the trolley, then
back to the woman, She was pouting a little, now. He felt a flutter
of amusement. Amusement! Imagine! A hot woman was flirting and all
he could think of was how Brennan would never succumb to such
desperate attempts.

"Can
I get you anything else?" He frowned, his eyebrows knitting. Why
couldn't he be attracted to her? Why, when she flashed cleavage,
was he still thinking about Brennan? God damn it!

"No,"
he repeated. "Thank you."

She
moved on, casting him a weary glance. He supposed there were very
few heterosexual men that turned her down. Even if she only threw
the odd innuendo their way. He felt nothing. Absolutely nothing. A
tiny waist, pert breasts, lovely smile and blonde hair. And he felt
nothing! He needed medical attention, immediately!

Knocking
his head against the window, he sighed. She'd gotten under his
skin and into his life. She'd impacted him in ways he didn't
understand and he didn't think he would understand unless he
admitted things that frightened him. He hadn't cancelled his date
because Brennan needed him out there. He cancelled because of her.
It was that simple.

Images
of her would have ate at him all night, had he went out with another
woman. The way she shook her head in disgust or the way she clicked
her tongue when he did something that irritated her. Or even the way
her eyes clouded over with compassion each time she felt herself
drawn into an investigation, drawn into the lives of those who had
lost someone.

Outside,
the plane tilted and he saw how perfect everything looked. Up here
he couldn't see the horrible inflictions of society. He couldn't
see how people were murdered. It was majestic in its beauty and he
wished he could have had Brennan there, so he could tell her what he
felt when he looked out the window.

She
would have rolled her eyes, anyway.

She
would have told him it was irrational to believe, even for a minute,
that life was perfect. Brennan would say he was fooling himself and
that it was dangerous to fantasise about things that would never be
real.

He
wondered what she would say if she knew he fantasised about her.
Would she mock him for that or would she be shocked. Speechless,
even? The thought made him smile. A speechless Brennan.

Booth
made a plan to tell her, when they went home, just what he thought of
the world from above. He made a second note to tell her what he
thought about when he thought about her – and how he cancelled his
date because she called and because he didn't want to eat dinner
with anyone else. She would shake her head, engross herself in a
case report, but at least she'd know. And then he wouldn't have
to turn down hot air stewardesses when the flaunted themselves at
him. His mind would be clear.

Brennan
would turn his advances down and he could get on with his life.

He
took a piece of paper from his jacket and scrawled a mental note.

Tell
Bones everything.

Then,
tucking it back into his pocket, he slipped his earphones back in and
turned November Rain up as loud as it would go.

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I
was thinking of writing 'From Denver to Dulles' in which Booth
would carry through his plan. What do you think?

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